It was the first time he had spoken her name during the interview, and his voice was considerably softened.
“The department may have reached the fire in time to save the girl,” he went on.
“No, no! she perished. The whole house was in flames by the time I got away. I’m going now.”
“Still afraid of the detective’s shadow?”
“Never mind the detective. I’m going, I say.”
“Do you mean that you’re going away?”
“Yes—to put ten thousand miles between me and that infernal crime of mine.”
Lamont drew forth his pocketbook and began to count out some bills.
“Put up your money. It’s blood money!” cried Nora. “I wouldn’t touch a penny of your father’s wealth. I don’t want money. I’ve got all I shall need.”
“Then you’re going but a short distance?”